Personal Narrative Analysis

Throughout my high school career, I had the goal to graduate and then attend college. For a large part of my four years in high school, I was unsure as to what type of undergraduate program I wanted to be in. Nevertheless, I continued to work hard in all my classes. My motivation to do well in school was not only fueled by my goal of achieving a respectable GPA, but also my thirst to gain a vast amount of knowledge. I took a wide variety of classes within my high school career, only narrowing my classes to gear towards my chosen college major during my senior year. I took what I learned in high school to springboard me into college.

As well as there is the other sentence in this article said, “They undoubtedly saw rainbow patterns in the misty spray, but were convinced they had discovered a fairy grotto.” I would like to visit South Island and Milford Sound again as last time I did not see a rainbow. I would imagine that I rotate my neck to see the rainbow, it would be as a heaven, discovered a fairy grotto. Event though, “Jessie explains that Milford Sound is actually a fiord, carved out by a glacier and then flooded by the sea, whereas a sound is a flooded river valley.” For my opinion, it seems that Milford Sound is just a fiord rather than a sound. However, it is still the most experienced traveller, which means you won’t regret to travel under the one of the most

Through the rattling trees, my bloody eyes exploded, my body trembled and my lips grew dry. I felt a sudden numbness through my rushing blood and a murmur in the center of my body that made me collapse down to my knees. I hesitantly turned my head to the sight of the monstrous golden beast that was about ready to destroy and gush my intestines.It was at this moment that I realized the value of life and the aesthetic feeling I grew in my heart after this event. My mind rushed with chaos as I tried to figure out how to escape the attack of a defensive grizzly bear that stood by my side. My mind went into a temporary shock, a blank state, I thought of nothing but the dangerous predator. Her mouth bubbling, claws expanded and teeth shining in hunger, the feral beast gave me a second chance in life. My perspective on life and everything that I valued changed within a split second. I cherished every grain of sand found on the floor to every mountain that scraped the horizons of the clouds. The Sequoia National Park not only impacted me as a person but as a writer as

After reading, I thought about the mental health continuum and how fear, the root of anxiety, was such a universal part of the human experience. While creating the piece I thought about how anxiety blurs out reality, trapping the individual in a swirl of fearfulness and intense worries. It is not considered pathological to be a “worry wart” or a “scardey-cat.” The problem is not the presence of fear, instead it is the overwhelming, debilitating, and persistence of those fears and worries.

Mike and his wife Barb were happy to see me again. When I pulled into their driveway they were waiting outside his shop. Mike and I had made arrangements for me to purchase another ATV from him. This time I arrived to look at a 1984 Honda ATC250ex that he had restored. Mike is a shade tree mechanic who repairs old vehicles and ATVs and then flips them for a small profit. Entering his shop presents one with at least a dozen quads and dirt bikes all in a different stage of restoration. The youngest model in restoration is at least 25 years old. While most of the ATVs were in non-running condition, they weren’t treated like discarded trash. Each of Mike’s ATVs was positioned with disassembled parts sorted nearby as if every project had its own

A gentleman in his mid sixties was lying on the operating table. "You can rest outside if you want", said the cardiac surgeon while looking into my eyes. Preoccupied with the patient's picture before anesthesia, I struggled to swallow my worries and fulfill my promise to him to stay close throughout the operation. It was not much time until the potassium mixture was infused and the heart was sucked out of spirit. Over the next two hours, my mind and body were stretched to their limits. Despite being captivated by the precision with which the staff manipulated the grafts with the coronary arteries, I wasn't able to break the countless thoughts and apprehensions that riddled my head. As the blood was re-pumped into the heart, the flat line on

The first major paper’s instructions was to reflect on a time when I wrote for a specific purpose. I had chosen to write about the time I, a former cancer patient, was a mentor for children with cancer who were dealing with depression. My objective was to mentor and help those kids through their depression, chemotherapy, and usual life activities. As a bible study teacher, I knew that kids learned important life lessons through vivid stories; therefore, I decided to write a story about how I got through my depression– a story about my journey to happiness. I wanted my story to encourage them on how to get through their depression.

I walked in to the cold, gray room looking from wall to wall seeing daunting medical instruments waiting to be used, and I glance over to my left hearing a whisper saying that everything is alright. On Monday, February 22, 2011, I entered the hospital as a panicked ten year old girl waiting to have Dr. Geissler remove the tumor out of my upper left arm. My mother and father were waiting in the lounge praying to God that everything will be alright, and that the tumor was benign not malignant. My two older sisters were at school trying to hold back their tears when saying their intention today was to pray that my surgery will run smoothly. I tried not to think about what was approaching rather to remember last night when my family celebrated

I was never one to think that school or an education would be able to help me. That thought changed quickly when I was in juvenile hall for being accused for the murder of my younger brother. I have had many opportunities thrown at me when I was younger and they are still being given to me to this day. The one thing that I took advantage of was when I was in juvenile hall and the hall still decided to offer an education. I only thought that there was an education being offered because they didn’t want me to be behind in school. I was told by a guard that I was able to show who I really was through education. Of course I didn’t believe him, how is reading going to help?

The beginning of my eighth grade year was a dark stage; I would consider it my first depression experience. I felt so lost whenever I compared myself to the students in my classes. Everyone seemed as if they knew what they were going to do in the future already, like they were all a big step closer to adulthood. I became overwhelmed by the idea of the future. While I was stressing about school and my future, I was having some issues at home as well. My mom’s boyfriend, who had been living with us for a little more than five months, was causing major drama and stress for my whole family. Every other night they would be fighting, yelling, or throwing things while me and my sisters were hiding in one of the bedrooms for it to stop. To put more

I am so grateful for an unexpected day off to be able to get my life in order. When the week begins, I'm in absolute "go" mode. I must admit I don't like the feeling. There's a sense of anxiety that comes along with it and I can totally do without it. Today, I've become increasingly aware of how dangerous it is to be mentally somewhere else. There's a beauty and an ease that comes with staying in the moment and focusing on what's on your plate at that moment. I'm a total proponent for goal-setting and love doing that. However, we can't get so focused on where we're going that we don't appreciate and enjoy where we are. With that being said, here are my goals for this week! :)

“Quirky,dynamic,compassionate,supportive and safe is the Ozone community” says Nicole Baskin, Crisis Line and Volunteer Coordinator. At the door I was welcomed with a “Hello or How are you doing” from a staff member wearing jeans,t-shirt,and sneakers. That attire reflexes the homey and energetic environment the Ozone community embodies and provides for at risk youth. A safe place and real support is the Ozone motto. First they offer food ,drink, shower, or laundry to attend to basic needs. They build rapport,using the term youth instead of child to respect that adolescence and childhood are not alike. They teach life skills through assessing what the individual would like to get out of the program and what are their personal goals to ensure

Cheeks burning, I re-adjusted my grip on the synthetic plastic ridges and twisted. My classmate looked on in amusement as exertion painted my forehead and fingers a bright cherry red, only for my digits to slip off the now sweaty cap.

In the first week after I gave birth to my baby girl Sophia, I was not feeling myself and felt really sad. I had not had any time to myself in a while and I was overwhelmed at the fact that I was a new parent. I was physically exhausted from giving birth and I was upset for feeling ungrateful that God had granted me my child. I felt like I was betraying God because I did not care for my child like I should have. It was very hard to feed or bathe my baby, as I was always feeling so sad. My husband realized what was happening, so he got me the help that I needed. I will never forget the overwhelming sadness and guilt that I felt over those couple weeks.

The wind whistled past us as we were driving home from my long doctor’s appointment. Everything was calm and quiet. The car was silent other than low music playing in the background and cars passing by beside us. We drove for a couple of minutes, not worrying about anything at the moment.